when i was younger i really wanted to try turkish delight cause i figured it had to be pretty good if edmund betrayed his family for it
In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I’d write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you’d gone on with your life and I didn’t want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn’t ever want to lose that.
I have never understood that until now, I have been writing about you, in my notebook, every few weeks, im hoping someday that I will stop writing to you…
It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
The true mark of maturity is when somebody hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them back.